Don't Ask Don't Tell

At this moment, I'm back to my dorm after an exausting day. I've got tons of homework and very little energy. Math, science, english, and social studies were easy, but gym was a PIA. Coach had us run, do push ups, sit ups, planks, sucides, etc. If it took energy, you did it. Now I'm sore and cranky. When I approached my dorm, I could already hear those damn boys talking. Coach let all five of them fake injury, while we worked. "I call her, I mean did you see those muscles?" One boy shouted. "No mine!" Then there were punches. Damn it. Should I break them up? Na. I ignored the boys and went straight to my bed, pulling my laptop out. I sent all my old friends from home an email and then started homework. Half an hour later, they were still fighting. Enough already. I got up, took off my top to reveal my sports bra and then switched it for a running shirt. Noticing the fighting had stopped, I continued to pull of my jeans and replace them with jogging pants. "I'm going running," I told them, "bye boys." They neglected to nodd in their stupor, but the boy with blonde hair came to his senses and waved goodbye. Wow. Nialls POV How can she stand to run after gym? Coach was cruel today, and I didn't even have to do anything! "I call dips, I don't care whay y'all think," I told the boys. "Fine, but I want that KiKi girl," Zayn said. Liam only huffed and went to clean up his bloody nose. Crab.

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